Kate shook her head. The puzzled frown had come back to her face.
“I can't imagine,” she began slowly. “Of course, when I told her you loved her and—”
“When you told her wha-at?” exploded the usually low-voiced William, with sudden sharpness.
“When I told her that you loved her, William. You see, I—”
William sprang to his feet.
“Told her that I loved her!” he cried, aghast. “Good heavens, Kate, do you mean to say that YOU told her THAT.”
“Why, y-yes.”
“And may I ask where you got your information?”
“Why, William Henshaw, what a question! I got it from yourself, of course,” defended Kate.
“From ME!” William's face expressed sheer amazement.